From absorbing the essence of the sun and moon to achieving divine mastery in martial arts

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Inside the training room, dull, resounding striking sounds echoed continuously.

Cang Lian was shirtless, and sweat streamed down his well-defined muscles.

He practiced diligently, mobilizing all the muscles, bones, and skin of his body with every punch. The power was rooted in his feet, rotated through his waist and hips, and finally exploded out with a bang through his fist!

He practiced the three techniques of creation: the fierce "rising a mountain from flat ground", the twisting "moving mountains and filling seas", and the concise "stabilizing the sea".

While using the unique breathing method of Kaitianjin, sometimes the "turtle breath" is long and deep, sinking the breath into the dantian; sometimes the "dragon roar" bursts out, making the internal energy like an angry dragon emerging from the sea!

His punches not only possessed terrifying power, but also a special charm—a unique rhythm created by the perfect combination of strength and skill.

Just as he unleashed his power and concentrated all his strength and spirit to their peak, a barely perceptible, yet unsettling, sense of being watched, like a cold needle, pierced through his aura!

"who!"

Cang Lian suddenly turned her head, her gaze sharp as lightning, and shouted sternly.

The concentrated energy in his fist had not yet dissipated, and the sharp fist intent pierced straight through the doorway, as if an invisible rift had been cut through the air.

"Heh, your reaction is quite sharp."

"Squeak—!"

The door to the training room was slowly pushed open, and a young man dressed in luxurious attire walked in leisurely, a playful smile on his face.

Cang Lian recognized him as Ding Heng, a scion of a prominent family who had entered the camp at the same time as him, and whose background seemed quite extraordinary.

"Why were you spying on me practicing my boxing?" Cang Lian turned around, his eyes cold and sharp as knives. The fierce boxing intent emanating from his body had not yet dissipated, making Ding Heng feel a bit of pressure.

"Peeping?" Ding Heng looked at Cang Lian with interest, and was also surprised.

He considered himself to be one of the best at stealth among his peers, but he was locked on as soon as he reached the door, which forced him to reassess the "useless" person in front of him.

"I am here on the orders of a noblewoman from the Cang family to supervise you and see if you are 'studying properly'."

"The Cang family? A noblewoman?" Cang Lian's brows furrowed tightly.

"I advise you to stop guessing." Ding Heng shrugged, a mocking smile on his face. "When an elder gives an order, it's naturally for your own good!"

"Is that so?" Cang Lian's voice turned cold. "This noblewoman is truly powerful and influential, actually extending her reach into a military restricted area like the National Martial Hall."

His heart sank. Without a doubt, it must have been the work of the first wife, Shen Peiyu!

He never expected that even after he arrived at the National Martial Arts Hall and underwent hypnosis and questioning by the Japanese woman to confirm that there was no treasure map, the First Madam would still not let him go and was secretly sending people to monitor him.

What a treacherous and venomous snake!

Thinking of this, Cang Lian felt a chill run from her spine straight to the top of her head, and a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

"By the way!" Ding Heng's gaze swept over Cang Lian. "What kind of fist technique were you practicing just now? Even I could sense a hint of its sharpness!"

"No comment." Cang Lian's eyes remained unwavering. "Besides, this is my private training room. Please leave!"

"Is that so?" Ding Heng's smile turned playful. "That noblewoman said that if you don't study hard, I have the 'right' to discipline you. Once I capture you, I'll naturally find a way to make you talk."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed, and with a swift movement, he pounced like a cheetah!

He used the "Baji Small Frame" style, which is simple and direct, emphasizing "touching, leaning, squeezing, and relying" to unleash the strongest power in the shortest distance. He immediately targeted Cang Lian's Jianjing acupoint, intending to capture and subdue him instantly!

Although Ding Heng was only at the mid-stage of internal strength, his penetrating strength had already developed, directly striking the internal organs!

Once he catches him, Cang Lian's meridians will be instantly destroyed by this subtle, hidden force, leaving him completely at his mercy.

However, Cang Lian is no longer the boy who was bullied by everyone!

Although he has not yet reached the level of internal strength, his physical constitution has already undergone a complete transformation.

His bones were like refined steel, his muscles like elastic rubber, and his tendons like dragon tendons; with each contraction and extension, he unleashed astonishing power.

His physical abilities far surpassed those of Ding Heng in front of him!

It should have been an easy task for him to dodge Ding Heng's attack.

However, just as Ding Heng lunged forward, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Cang Lian instantly felt an invisible spiritual thought piercing him like a needle. This thought was not powerful, but it had a strange inducing quality, causing him to experience a moment of unconscious disorientation!

Hypnosis?!

Cang Lian was shocked; Ding Heng was actually a mentalist!

But Ding Heng's meager spiritual power could hardly compare to his powerful spirit.

That moment of distraction was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible to others.

Canglian's will only paused for a moment before instantly clearing!

Just as Ding Heng thought he had succeeded and his palm was about to touch Cang Lian, Cang Lian's figure shifted half a step to the side like a ghost, perfectly avoiding his capture by the slightest difference!

Ding Heng was truly shocked!

Thanks to his family background, he was fortunate enough to have his brain developed through Western instruments, allowing him to refine his mental thoughts to be more powerful than ordinary people.

Among his peers, almost no one could escape his "mental attack," making it his tried-and-true trump card!

But the legendary "trash" Cang Lian in front of him was not affected by the hypnosis at all. On the contrary, as if he had foreseen it, he effortlessly dodged his sure-fire attack!

"You're unaffected?" Ding Heng asked in surprise, his expression immediately turning even more ferocious. "Very good, you're becoming more and more interesting to me!"

As he spoke, he prepared to strike again!

Just as Cang Lian hesitated about whether to fully reveal his strength and teach Ding Heng a lesson, a clear, icy voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"stop!"

Cang Lian and Ding Heng looked over at the same time and saw two men and a woman walking in from outside the door. They were all dressed in crisp military uniforms and had an imposing presence.

Cang Lian recognized one of the women; she was Yan Tang, the female officer beside Chu Zhaoxue!

"Major Yan Tang!" Almost simultaneously, Cang Lian and Ding Heng both bowed in greeting.

"Private duels are prohibited within the National Martial Arts Hall, especially in someone else's private training room." Yan Tang's gaze swept coldly over Ding Heng. "Take him away and punish him according to military law."

"Major Yan Tang, we...we were just sparring!" Ding Heng's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to explain.

"snort!"

Yan Tang snorted coldly, and Ding Heng's expression froze instantly. The next second, he became dazed, his eyes empty, as if his soul had been taken away.

"Hypnosis again? Is Yan Tang also a psychopath?!"

Cang Lian was startled again.

Before he transmigrated, he never imagined that this so-called "hypnosis" could be so powerful in this world, it was simply a silent killing weapon!

"Take him away!" Yan Tang waved her hand, and two men beside her immediately stepped forward, grabbed the dazed Ding Heng like a chick, and dragged him away.

Yan Tang followed them out. After taking a couple of steps, she suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Cang Lian, and said in a calm tone, "By the way, tomorrow is Military and Political Class, don't be late."

"Yes, Major!" Cang Lian replied immediately.

"Mm." Yan Tang nodded lightly, turned and left, decisively and cleanly.

Silence returned to the cultivation room, but Cang Lian fell into deep thought.

"Why is Yan Tang helping me? Could it be Chu Zhaoxue's doing?"

"And this hypnosis technique? It's incredibly powerful! Masters of the Dan Jin realm have condensed their essence, energy, and spirit into a 'dan,' their minds as firm as a rock. These hypnotic techniques might be useless against them. But against martial artists below the Dan Jin realm, it could be fatal in combat!"

Thinking back to what had just happened, Cang Lian still felt a lingering fear.

If his mental strength hadn't far surpassed that of ordinary people, he probably would have been captured by Ding Heng during that moment of distraction.

"I wonder where I can get my hands on these mental techniques? My mental strength is already far superior to theirs; if I could learn them, they would be absolutely lethal!"

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